Beneath a brooding Highveld sky, golden temple bells ring with a soft, woeved clarity, their shimmering overtones brushing against the pulse of the earth. A distant heartbeat thrums low, steady as breath, grounding the listener in stillness while the storm gathers beyond. This is meditation in the eye of the weather, where warmth endures without flame. Made for slowing the breath, letting the mind settle like ash after a gentle fire.